Oliver Houston Yes
Hesitant, but always absent a reason. Doing fine, and everybody is leaving. The back door open to the hot air. How long can I really sit here? Maybe next time I'll say: yes. Never meant, or never really intended. Out the mind, another weekend is ending. King of half-answered requests, grant us the power to get dressed. And maybe next time I'll say: “yes, sounds great.” Out the door, don't be late! Just ignore all the shit that's going wrong. When it all stands still at the thought–what a thrill: to accept where you go, who you love, that you will. And when we stumble home, I can feel it. You're cracking all my jokes, and maybe we oughta stay a little longer. I gotta learn to say: yes
